The wide night’s
white eye
shines bright
and I
slip by
below
unnoticed
but
for minstrel
crickets
who cease,
midway,
their
spacious
Autumn
song
to retrieve
anew
once I
have moved
along.
— C.Birde, 10/16
Moon Stroll — A Poem
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oh my gosh, i love the rhymes and images in this poem. some aural magic going on here.
This is what happens when I must escort the dog on her late-night excursion…maybe I should volunteer to do so more often? 😉